Chapter 1

A/N: Some of you have been asking me to write a new Grey's fic, so here it is! Love Song for No One by John Mayer, a musical god!

Chapter 1

I'm tired of being alone

So hurry up and get here

So tired of being alone

So hurry up and get here

"So," Callie purred, rubbing herself up against Mark outside of Joe's. "Your place?"

As the cool night air hit him, Mark paused. What was he doing? Why was he going to have sex with Torres? Again? Why did she want to have sex with him? He'd been offering for months. Why did she decide to give in now? Yes, he was horny and yes, he usually didn't question an easy lay, but something felt wrong about this one.

Going with his gut, he said, "You know what? I forgot I have to check on some things up at the hospital. Maybe another time?"

Callie looked thoroughly stunned and then dismayed. "Wait a minute. You, Mark Sloan, McSteamy, manwhore extraordinaire, are turning down a night of hot, down and dirty, no-strings attached sex with me? What is your problem?"

"Like I said, I've got some work to do. Besides, you don't really want to have sex with me. You just want to have sex with someone. Go pick up some other shmuck. As horny as I am, I don't really feel like being used for my body tonight, at least not by you," Mark said, harshly, prying her off of him and stalking across the street towards the hospital.

MIMIMI

Izzie walked through the halls, examining the lab results for Rebecca Pope. Something wasn't right. Why would she claim to be pregnant and then not be? What was going on with her and Alex? Ever since she'd started reappearing, Alex had been acting really odd. And now, with the addition of a pregnancy scare to all that, something was definitely wrong. She was so intent on trying to decipher what could possibly be wrong with Rebecca that she didn't notice she was walking straight into someone until she collided with a thick wall of muscled chest.

"Watch where you're going, Stevens," Mark growled, looking particularly menacing tonight.

"Oh, sorry, Dr. Sloan. I was…distracted," Izzie said, looking flustered.

"Just pay attention from now on," Mark snapped, starting to stalk down the hall. Then he paused. "You haven't seen Derek wandering around here, have you?"

"Um, no, I haven't. I think he already left with Rose," Izzie sneered, rolling her eyes.

"Not a big fan of her either?" Mark chuckled darkly.

"Hmm…Let's see. She aided in the breaking up of one of my best friends and her soul mate and is now flaunting her relationship with said soul mate all over the hospital. Oh, we're BFFs," Izzie said sarcastically.

"Yeah, she's not my favorite person either," Mark agreed. "I see him less now than when he was doing the whole sex and mockery thing with Grey."

"It's better than losing your best friend to a group of interns," Izzie griped. "When your best friend is in a romantic relationship, a certain amount of disconnect is expected, but I never expected to lose George to a group of immature interns. It's rather degrading."

"I hate interns," Mark grumbled. "Come to think of it, I'm not a big fan of residents either."

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that," Izzie said. "I think some of us residents aren't too terrible."

"Depends on the day," Mark conceded. "Today is not a good day, so I hate residents as well as interns."

"Not a good day?" Izzie asked. "Didn't you have that surgery with Dr. Montgomery and Dr. Hahn where you grew a skin flap? Did that not go well?"

"Stalking me, Stevens?" Mark teased.

"No," Izzie replied quickly, ducking her head to hide the faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I just know why Dr. Montgomery was in town and Cristina was bitching about scrubbing in with Hahn."

"To answer your question, the surgery went well, the flap worked beautifully," Mark bragged.

"Then what crawled up your butt and died?"

"Excuse me?" Mark asked, raising one dark brow in surprise and furrowing the other one in confusion. "You do realize I'm your boss, right?"

"Sorry, I've had to sugar coat everything today and I really have lost the patience for it," Izzie replied. "So, what has you in such a bad mood?"

"I don't know. Life, I guess?" Mark replied, looking genuinely perplexed.

"Well, what about life?" Izzie asked. "Are the nurses still united against Mark Sloan?"

"How'd you know about that?" Mark asked, disgruntled.

"Please, this place is a small town. Everyone knows everything about everyone," Izzie reminded him.

"Yeah, they're still united," Mark admitted.

"Ah, so that's why you're so grumpy. You're sexual possibilities pool is severely decreased and you're not used to having to put in effort," Izzie said knowingly. "You're horny and can't find anyone to help you scratch the itch."

Mark stared at her for a moment, glaring slightly. "I could find someone if I wanted to, it's just…I'm tired."

"Tired?"

"Tired of trying? Tired of being used for my body?" Mark said. "I'm not really sure what."

"Maybe you're just tired of being alone?" Izzie suggested softly.

"Maybe," Mark agreed. "Do you ever get tired of being alone, Stevens?"

"Yeah," Izzie said quietly. "Ever since Denny died, I've felt alone. Even when I was with George, a part of me always felt alone."

Mark nodded in understanding. "Want to keep each other company tonight?"

"Excuse me?"

"It can be purely pla-pla-pla" Mark stuttered.

"Platonic?" Izzie supplied, smirking slightly.

"Yeah, it can be that, if you want. Or, if you decide you want to scratch the itch, it can be that too," Mark explained. "Come on, you, me, some drinks, just saving each other from the perils of loneliness. What do you say?"

"I say…" Izzie paused, thinking quickly. She never really did anything spur of the moment, but the light of hope in Mark's usually licentious gaze tugged at her heart. "Your place or mine?"

A/N: Mwahaha. A wee bit of a cliffhanger, but don't worry, if you review, I'll update quickly! Let me know what you think of this plot etc. It stems from my frustration with the end of the latest episode. I HATE the Callie/McSteamy thing. Anywho, let me know what you think. If you guys like it, I'll continue!